Amie Kimpton

Inspired by a heady mix of techno and psychedelic fuzz, it’s obvious that Autocolt know exactly how to conjure up a tune that aims to prise open any inhibitions. From the very start the pounding temperament of ‘The Serpine’ swells like an infectious disease, cultivating the listener into a state of much appreciated dependency. As the beat pummels away like some smutty sex pest the click clack of the drum machine merely acts as a fumble in the dark, only to be sealed off with a harsh yet satisfying abrupt ending.

‘Resonator’ ups the tempo, but the cloud of guitar fuzz still lingers. However, this time the cunning use of acoustic guitar is the primary feature and at times one could be forgiven for detecting flickers of recent Radiohead. That is until half way through when the listener almost feels as though they’ve been teleported slap-bang into a severe intergalactic war.  Sporadic showers of bleeps prove its outer space mentality and coupled with a shady sense of urgency ‘Resonator’ is an intense encounter that would be welcomed time and time again.

At the tender age of 20 these three southern based lads have undoubtedly got what it takes to impress the best of both musical worlds. Clammy raves and grubby indie establishments up and down the country will mutually and almost certainly embrace Autocolt with open arms. However, the one thing that has to be noted is that without any lyrical content it’s difficult to speculate how Autocolt aim to develop and at times is seems as though this is just what’s missing. Never the less it is impressive to hear such self-belief and attitude and at such a young age these boys have plenty of time in order to progress and become more adept.

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